Looking at the Moon

Night talking
Sharing the moon

Two views, unique yet equal
Apart by thousands of miles
Separated by circumstance, and timing
Together by a bond of undeniable connection

A skewed impression, magnified by time zones
Together though voice, picture, heart, and moonlight

I wish I could write a love poem.
Like the moon wishes it could live on earth
A voyeur of heartache, tragedy, love, and distance

Staring down at upturned faces
Conjoined, but in different places